This is a song about "Product hunt"

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

Back up on the old hunt,

Trying hard to speak and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

I'm always sunny, wild card bitch, in the hunt

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

My product so hot got everyone wantin more

Lucid nightmare hunt your soul

Open up your contacts then scroll

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Can't afford a room or a roof or a product

Out makin' product move, cock and shoot, the most,

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold